This morning one of my darling cats passed over the rainbow bridge…. I ask myself, “My pet died, now what am I supposed to do?” The first thing I want to do for my cat ( that was like my little boy ) is honor his memory.
At our home, shortly after sitting on the couch a white fluffy ball of fur would land on your lap. This cat would rub his head on your arm, look at you with that adorable black patch over his eye, purr and rub your arm again just enough to motivate you to pet him. Watching his playfulness and nudges of appreciation was so joyful one would find themselves petting Sly for hours.
Sly, as I pulled the sheets out of the dryer you would ready yourself on the bed. 😉 You made making the beds so entertaining for me! It took me four times as long to get the sheets fitted but I didn’t mind because watching you have fun and jump around the covers was so joyful… This chubby cat made me smile every day.
My little buddy I will miss our catnip times. Oh what a silly cat you would become and start wrestling with your brother. You brought a lot of spirit into our home Sly!
The kitty love between Batman and Sly was precious. Batman will start looking for Sly by tonight so our family will be extra attentive to him. Sly, we will take good care of your brother and hope your spirit will visit him often.
My fluffy Sly, lets remember the 12 1/2 years of loved filled days. All the adventures around the house. How about the times you set your doggies in their place. My darling cat, your cancer worsened and it was time for you to be at peace. As I held you this morning I told you over and over how much you are loved and I know you felt it. It was torture to let you go my little boy; but no pet should have to endure such pain. You live in my heart forever. Sly our lives were better because of you and I will think of you everyday.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
IN LOVING MEMORY OF SLY 8/27/2012